Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.